Summary: Oliver Wood is dared to ask Lord Voldemort on a date however, he never expected him to say yes nor did he expect to realize that he was in love with Voldemort. What will happen now?
Cantil: Hello everyone, and welcome to my new story. Another Oliver Wood/Voldemort pairing aka slash. I would love it if you guys told me what you think. Enjoy!
Crazy About You
Chapter 1
It had started off as a normal day at Harry Potter's godfather Sirius black's mansion. Harry, Oliver Wood, Sirius, Remus, and even Severus were all sitting in Harry's bedroom playing truth or dare. Harry had finally gotten taken away from his abusive relatives and had gained a healthy weight. Oliver was very happy about this. He had gotten worried about his friends health when he found out about the abuse.
Everyone in the room had joined Voldemort in the war when they found out that Dumbledore had been manipulating them all. Harry had begged Hermione and Ron to come, but they refused to believe that Dumbledore was a bad person. They were all pawns in his game and none of them wished to stay under his thumb any longer. Voldemort excepted each and everyone of them with open arms. He and Harry even became friends.
Anyway, the game had started off normally. Everyone picking truth, and only occasionally picking dares. No one really wanted too get dared to eat dog crap like Sirius had. That is until the bottle stopped spinning and landed on Oliver. Oliver cursed his luck silently.
"Oliver, truth or dare?" Sirius asked innocently. Oliver thought his options over.
If I pick truth then I look like a weakling because I haven't picked one dare this whole game, but if I pick dare then I have to do something embarrassing. Come on Oliver, just pick dare. Be a man. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Oliver thought that a lot of things could go wrong, but decided to ignore it anyways.
"Dare." Oliver said confidently, though he didn't feel it. He immeadiately regretted his choice when Sirius smirked.
Sirius seemed to be thinking things over intently. Harry leaned in to whisper in Sirius's ear. Sirius grinned evily.
"I dare you to ask Lord Voldemort out on a date. A proper date, with a candle light dinner, dressed formally, and it has to be a fancy restaurant." Sirius said, with a bright smile.
Oliver shot out of his seat in anger and embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't have picked dare.
"Are you kidding me? The Dark Lord will kill me if I were to ask such a thing. Besides I doubt he would say yes in the first place. Especially to me. What happens if he says no?" Oliver asked tentatively.
"That's easy. If he says no then you have to keep asking until he says yes, and you can't ckicken out either." Harry was the one to speak this time.
"Fine. When do I do it?" Oliver asked, defeat clear in his voice.
Sirius looked to Harry for help, clearly not thinking that far. Harry sighed with amusement.
"There's going to be a meeting tonight. You can ask him after everyone leaves, but you'll have to prove that you actually asked. We'll use a pensive for that. Good luck, you'll need it." Harry explained, smile never leaving his face, which annoyed Oliver to no end. He wanted to wipe that smile right off Harry's face.
After Oliver agreed to the terms, everyone decided to stop the game. It was getting close to dinner and no one knew what time Voldemort was going to call them, just that it was that night. Oliver silently left the room, to go to his own room.
A little while later, everyone was called to dinner. Oliver picked at his meal, too nervous to eat. It wasn't long after dinner that Voldemort called them.
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Oliver stood at the back of the gathered group of Death Eaters, nervously chewing on his nails.
"Welcome, my friends." Voldemort began quietly. "I have gathered you all to start going over plans to take over the ministry. To do that Dumbledore must first be taken care of. I have left that task to Harry and Severus." Voldemort looked to Harry and Severus. The two nodded silently.
"Meanwhile the rest of you will get positions in the ministry. I don't care what it is as long as it can gain us access inside. Which means you will be researching the wards placed around the place, and getting close to the minister. I want full reports every week. Understood?" Voldemort asked, glaring for effect. Everyone nodded.
"Good. You're all dismissed." Voldemort sat back on his throne, stroking Nagini's head as he spoke to her quietly. Oliver waited patiantly for the whole room to empty. Sirius clapped him on the back before he and Harry left the room.
Oliver took a deep breath before walking up to the throne. Voldemort didn't seem to notice him, still deep in conversation with his familiar. Oliver cleared his throat, snapping Voldemort's attention to him. Ruby eyes meeting brown. Oliver blushed.
"M-My Lord, I was wondering...if perhaps maybe you would consider ever going out on a date with me?" Oliver stuttered. Voldemort looked surprised before quickly hiding it. He looked at Oliver intently, as Oliver bit his lip nervously.
"Okay." Voldemort said, smirking at Oliver's dumbfounded expression. Oh, my god, he said yes. He actually said yes to me. Oliver shook his head. Stop acting like a girl, Oliver. Oliver quickly recovered.
"Okay. How about Friday?" Oliver asked, afraid that Voldemort would change his mind.
"Sounds fine. Come by seven to meet me. No later." Voldemort warned, with a small glare. Oliver quickly nodded.
"Of course, I promise I wont be late. Thank you, my Lord." Oliver said happily. Voldemort nodded before he ignored Oliver in favor of talking to Nagini again. Oliver took the hint and left the room, a small smile on his face.
Oliver never expected to be this happy over a simple date but he couldn't help it. He was excited, and terrified for Friday to come. Oliver went back to Harry's mansion and got ready for bed, the smile never leaving his face.
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